Sissitrix
Sissitrix is a French-American Artist working in New York and also creative partner to Kate Granger as a contributing author here and on Sin Street. Sissitrix began publishing the first of a thousand “Dirty Drawing” in April 2021. For more, follow the Instagram account.
Latest publications
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Uniform Perv
I was held captive by pervs in uniform. I had disobeyed the dress code and got spanked hard by the Sultry Siren who took care of me.
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Final Sex Pod
The last tests of the sex pods. A burden of difficulties. Nothing helped. I had learned to help myself, or I was finished. But it worked.
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Biomechanical art
A neuro-link interface transmitter for bio-pods, paired with a nexus of synthetic neurons designed for robotic sex. I loved this sex pod.
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Roadside Picnic
How the roadside picnic of Candide and Cunégonde derail that much? A porn poem with a bonus to create your plastic doll.
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Mechanical Hole
A flesh-mechanical sexual orifice with synthetic nerve-tubing, chrome cartilage, and a neuro-link interfaced with the cerebral cortex.
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Last Report
My perversion was to direct electro-waves, robotic orgasms, electromagnetic arcs, and giant bursts of light all over the Fuck Factory.
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Neuroactivation
The sensory substitution sex systems were the ultimate, new layer of pleasure and pain on this fourth version of the sex pods. A delight.
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Re-Forming Sex
The sensory substitution sex systems were the ultimate, new layer of pleasure and pain on this fourth version of the sex pods. A delight.
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Sausage Sale
I like sausage. I sell hotdogs. Close your eyes, here it is, bigger than you imagine, a fat, juicy meat. Do you want to buy one?
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Last Evolution
The fourth version of the pod was built in an empty cistern, discreetly transformed into a vast lab for my most advanced prototype.
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Angelic Soul
That’s confirmed! We live in a surrealist simulation and Bliss Paradox is your favorite dystopian neo-noir cyberpunk erotica gossiper.
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Missing bodies
Here lies a dark side beneath the surface. Trash Man left limbs all around the old cistern, which was set up as the new Fuck Factory.